Merlin preserve me.

[dracolicious]

We received a knock on the door this morning from the Muggle authorities informing us that an anonymous source had spotted a dangerous wild animal in our yard, and that they were going to need to search the property in an attempt to capture it. The ferocious beast in question was only Potter, of course, but I feigned shock and surprise as well as

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[boywholives]

I'm starving - you? I could really sink my teeth into nice, crisp bacon butty right about now...

[dracolicious]

Don't tease.

[boywholives]

Who said I'm teasing? Get that pert little arse into the kitchen and make me one.

[dracolicious]

Don't talk to the poor elves like that, you tramp.

Anything you would care to request for your birthday, old man?

[boywholives]

You shouldn't compare yourself to a house elf. You have much nicer hair.

Oh, I think that I'll just let you come up with something clever. You always do.

[dracolicious]

Ha. Ha ha.

Oh no, not this time. I've officially given up trying.

[boywholives]

You could give me a...broomstick to ride.

[dracolicious]

Because that's so different from every other night of your life, isn't it?

[boywholives]

Well...yes. Normally you're doing the riding, not me.

[dracolicious]

Semantics. Gentleman's choice is precisely that, and if you want to ride me like a show pony down the middle of the road at high noon, with or without an actual broomstick, I suppose that's what I've got to do.

[boywholives]

You know what I'd really like to do?

[dracolicious]

Relax on the beach in Cannes because it's private, simple and paid for?

[boywholives]

Um, if you want.

[dracolicious]

That's all I've got, Potter, take it or leave it---bugger, if that's Granger trying to Firecall again I'm going to singe her hair off---

[monsieurmalfoy]

Draco.

[dracolicious]

---Father. You're looking . . . green. You know our Floo isn't set to allow anyone in.